They'd think me insane
Isn't that the easiest way to place blame?
Defining a soul bad terrain
Labeling you as someone to contain.
Sound enters my room again
Not getting that I need champagne
Courage of memory claims
A judgement of acting inhumane.
Down on my knees I pray to attain
A peace that I've yet to claim.
I'm not bitter but just restrain
from using words that envoke deep pain.
Believe in good which pertains
to old fashioned morals that sustain.
Longevity and exhausting fast lanes
Propelling your body through clogged red veins.
I keep looking to entertain
Singing with nothing profane
My heart resides in the rain
Falling sincerely to offer free reign.